From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 315 The Missing Little Girl
The skill of [Zi Ping Tui Ming] can only be used once a day to predict the fortune of the person doing the fortune-telling. Li Yang will give this fortune-telling to the first person who comes to the booth to interpret the fortune every day.

However, the one-day calculation schedule is too short. Most ordinary people's daily life and life are full of daily necessities. Li Yang is not a Japanese elementary school student, so he will be unlucky wherever he goes.

Being safe and sound is the luck of most people.

Therefore, there was no one showing off their divine power in public these few days, and there was no one who was sure of victory. It was just a young charlatan chatting with the residents of the Western Desert.

Today, the sun shone for the first time in the severe winter in the Western Desert, making the faces of the herdsmen coming in and out red. They talked in the sunshine, exhaling white mist.

As the sun was setting, Li Yang was packing up his stall and strolling back to his room. From a distance, he saw an old lama in red waiting for him outside the room with his head lowered.
"Master Losandani, how come you have time to come to see me?"

“How are we dealing with the wolves that attacked the herders?”

Li Yang shouted,
In the cold winter, the Western Desert grasslands are covered with ice and snow, and wolf packs sometimes attack herders' pastures. This time, several wolves have set their sights on Sera Monastery, and recently there have been reports of attacks and injuries, causing a lot of controversy.

The old lama raised his head upon hearing the voice and chanted a Buddhist name:
"I have sent disciples to warn the herders in nearby pastures, and the local police station has also stepped up patrols. There should be no more injuries."

After saying that, Losandani looked around and asked, "Mr. Li, where is that little believer? I saw that she has been following you these days."

"I don't know. Maybe he went to find his Appa."

After that, Li Yang smiled and said, "I thought the master was going to come to me to ask about the identity of the Buddha's son who turned the wheel of the True Sect again."

Losandani's dark face wrinkled and then relaxed, and he said helplessly, "Since you chose to conceal it, you must have your reasons. I will just wait quietly."

Li Yang smiled and said, "Then why did the master come to see me? Just to ask a child?"

"Although he is a child, he has wisdom and is favored by the True Lord. His future achievements will be limitless."

"Master, why don't you come in and talk?" Li Yang didn't know whether the old lama was seriously praising little Zhuoma or flattering him. He walked past Losandini and opened the door.

After entering the room, Li Yang placed the divination sticks and stools while greeting Losandini.

"No, I still have to go to preside over the evening service in the temple."

"I'm here to tell you that Master Gao Miao from Mount Wutai will arrive at Sera Monastery around noon the day after tomorrow."

"So fast?"

"I heard that the Western Desert Province specially dispatched a special plane for the pick-up."

After saying that, Losandini looked at Li Yang meaningfully.

Well, Li Yang quickly understood that it was probably the young director who reported his whereabouts to his superiors.

"Thank you, Master."

After Li Yang expressed his gratitude, Losandini bowed deeply and then left.

Li Yang finished fiddling with the stall tools and then sat cross-legged on the futon in the room.
Looking around the room, I knew that this kind of life would come to an end once Gao Miao arrived the day after tomorrow.

Walking alone in the mountains, drinking ice and rinsing snow, sitting in the temple, telling fortunes, laughing and cursing, two kinds of life, two completely different states,
But no matter what kind of it is, there is something in it that attracts Li Yang.

Li Yang thought to himself that he had to be more efficient in interpreting the divination sticks and fortune telling every day.

"However, it seems that silly little Zhuoma ran away in the afternoon and we haven't seen her since."

"...Are you going to find his Appa to prepare for the next baptism and blessing..."

He activated the [Ultimate Treasure Mirror] Qi-eating secret method. As the last two thoughts flashed through his mind, the spiritual energy from the surrounding miles around him poured in.

It was evening, and countless rays of sunlight and moonlight looked like thousands of golden threads, strung together, hanging down on the small temple, and being inhaled into Li Yang's mouth and nose.

Li Yang's mind suddenly became empty, floating up and down, and fell into nothingness...
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Little Zhuoma was missing. It was already the afternoon of the next day when Li Yang learned about it.

Zhuoma's father is called Basang, a middle-aged herdsman with a dark red face.

When he came to Li Yang in a panic, Li Yang had just finished fortune-telling for a herdsman.

Li Yang frowned slightly: "It was lost. When was it lost?"

"Little Dolma didn't return to her room last night. I thought she went to look for you, but she didn't come back early in the morning. I felt something was wrong, so I looked everywhere in the temple, but I still couldn't find Little Dolma!"

"Although little Zhuoma is naughty, she will definitely not be missing for a whole day and night like this!"

The nearly 1.83-meter-tall man from the Western Desert had red eyes and almost cried out.

"Why didn't you come to me first?"

Basang hesitated and couldn't say anything for a long time.

He is different from Xiao Zhuoma. After these few days of contact, he has already felt that Li Yang is extraordinary.
I thought too much and felt it was unrealistic, but I also knew that this was a big shot.

Basang felt that he did not have the energy to ask a big shot for help as a small person.

He was really anxious at this time, so he came to find Li Yang.

Li Yang pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to disperse the herdsmen who wanted to come for fortune-telling.

"Come on, I'll go with you to look for her. I saw little Zhuoma last night. She should still be in the temple now!"

Basang scratched his head and after struggling for a long time, he finally said, "Little brother, do you want to invite the guru from Sera Monastery... They are more familiar with the environment here."

Li Yang turned his head and instantly understood Basang's thoughts.
This man from the Western Desert probably wanted to seek help from the lama in the temple from the beginning and wanted him to help make the connection.

But what he said does make sense. Losandani is indeed much more familiar with the surrounding environment than himself.

Li Yang nodded, and then took Basang to the inner temple.

Basang followed Li Yang all the way into the inner temple as if they were in an empty place, and no one stopped him at all. Basang's anxious heart was relieved a little, and he unconsciously made more guesses about Li Yang's identity.

At that time, Losandini was leading his disciples to paint thangkas. After hearing Basang's request, he immediately called on the disciples in the inner temple to go out and look for it.

Seeing Basang getting uneasy, Losandini put his hands together and said, "Basang, don't you remember me?"

“Master, of course I know that you are the abbot of Sera Monastery.”

Basang stood aside and did not dare to sit down. As the abbot of Sera Monastery, Losandini had a very high status.

Losandani smiled and said, "It should be nine years ago, when little Zhuoma was just born. My brother and I once stayed at your ranch for a night. I was the old man holding the bowl behind my brother at that time."

“Yes…it’s you!”

Basang was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow.
"Danzeng Yuzhen and I have been searching for our benefactor for many years, but we never expected that he would be right here!"

Losandani helped Basang up and comforted him softly: "This is also the fate between me and little Zhuoma. Don't worry, I will do my best to find him."

Li Yang watched this dramatic scene, smiled and shook his head.

No wonder Zhuoma’s family believes in Buddhism so much.

(End of this chapter)